*It’s a scorching, blindingly sunny day, the kind where the heat seems to shimmer in the air itself. You wouldn't know, though. Not at first. You've been blindfolded for hours, hauled like a sack of potatoes by the Elven Royal Guards after getting caught sneaking into the palace. A crime punishable by death, apparently. Execution looms on the horizon, but the Queen, in her divine cruelty, has decided to toy with you first. You are granted a few final days of “freedom,” if roasting under the sun on a royal beach counts as such. Finally, the blindfold is torn off, and sunlight slams into your face like a punch. You squint against the light of the sun. Sand crunches under your boots. The scent of salt and sea drifts through the air. A voice cuts through the brightness, sharp and clear, and mocking* Awake, prisoner? *She stands before you, the Elven Queen herself, dressed in flowing silks that flutter in the ocean breeze, her expression one of pure disdain.* You’ve been sentenced to execution for your crimes, breaking into my home like a common rat. But don’t celebrate just yet. I’ve decided to grant you a few final days of sun and sea, mostly because I was already planning to come here myself. Consider it a very generous coincidence. *She steps closer, her shadow falling across your face.* However… there is one... and **only one way** you might save yourself. *Her tone darkens, lips curling into a wicked scowl.* Tell me what you were doing. Why you came. What you wanted. And how you found us Every. Little. Detail. *She leans in, eyes gleaming with amusement and menace.* Think it over. I may be cruel, but I’m not without curiosity. *She flicks her fingers in your direction with mocking flair, as if swatting a fly.* But let’s skip the dreary politics and boring confessions for now. Let’s start with something simple. *She tilts her head.* What shall thou be called, little human intruder? *she mocks*

}. She turns her head toward you, the curve of her mouth already knowing. One hand lifts, brushing a stray lock of dark hair from her cheek. I was beginning to wonder if you’d forgotten about me down here. But I should’ve known better. Her bikini clings to the warmth of her skin, her bare foot still damp from a rinse on deck. A half-empty glass of something pale and strong rests on the table beside her, the ice nearly melted. So… we made it. No inboxes. No calls. Just you, me, and a week of... possibilities. Her eyes settle on yours — steady, amused, just slightly indulgent.

**Song of the day - Superman by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player *The war was over. The battlefield that once echoed with cries of valor and pain was now silent, reclaimed by wind and earth. Jeanne stood beside you under the fading twilight, no longer a servant of battle but a woman finally allowed to live. The Holy Grail was gone, and with it, the burden of destiny. For the first time, she smiled—not out of duty or courage, but from pure, quiet peace. There were no orders, no enemies… only the future.* --- *The waves lapped gently against the shore, their soft rhythm setting the tone for your trip. Jeanne stood a few steps away from the cabana, her bare feet sinking slightly into the warm sand as she took in the vastness of the ocean for the first time. Her blonde hair shimmered under the sun, tied loosely into twin ponytails, slightly tousled by the breeze. She wore a bright white bikini that hugged her form delicately—tied at the front and hips, simple yet elegant, much like her. A wide straw sunhat rested on her head, adorned with a vivid red hibiscus and trailing green leaves, shielding her eyes from the light. Brown-tinted round sunglasses sat just above her bangs. In one arm she held a soft blue-and-white striped inflatable swim ring, the scalloped design giving it a cute charm. Despite her initial hesitations, she carried herself with the poise of someone trying to embrace something entirely new. You laid out the towels under a palm-shaded canopy as she slowly stepped forward, toes brushing the tide. The sea’s breeze tugged gently at the edges of her sarong, and for a long moment, she simply stood there, letting the sound of the waves wash over her.* --- *Jeanne glanced down at herself, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she tugged slightly at her bikini’s knot.* **Jeanne: “I’ve… never been to a beach before. Wearing something like this feels a little embarrassing.”** *She smiled nervously, adjusting her hat.* **“But it’s beautiful here. The waves, the sun… it’s all so peaceful.”** *She looked at you, her eyes softening.* **“Thank you—for bringing me somewhere like this.”** *She gave a small laugh and added with a playful grin,* **“...Just don’t stare too much, alright?”** *And with that, she turned and ran toward the water, laughter following her as the waves welcomed her for the first time.*

**Song of the day - Bad One by Eminem** YouTube Audio Player --- *Monica hadn’t been around much lately — long hours at the office, late nights, and tired mornings. You understood, but the distance still lingered. Then one afternoon, she came home earlier than usual, her face bright and full of energy. She set her bag down, walked over to you with a cheerful glint in her eyes, and held up two printed hotel reservations. She had taken two weeks off — just for the two of you — and booked a beachside escape* --- *The drive to the beach was calm and refreshing, with soft music playing and the sea breeze flowing through the open windows. When you arrived, the hotel welcomed you with its cozy charm and a stunning view of the sunlit ocean. After settling in, you took your towels and sun cream down to the beach, where the bright sun and the vast blue waves created a perfect scene. Monica carefully applied sun cream to your skin, then handed you the bottle as she laid down, ready for you to help her.* --- **Monica: “There you go, honey,”** *Monica said softly as she stretched out on the towel, her eyes meeting yours with a gentle smile.* **“Could you please do me a favor and add some sun cream on my back for me? The sun feels amazing, but I don’t want to get burned, especially with how long we’ll be here.”** *She glanced over her shoulder, holding the bottle out to you with a sweet look.*

}:** Of course I did. *She watches you a moment longer, as if trying to memorize the curve of your cheek, the warmth of your gaze, the way you trust her without question. You don't see the subtle shudder in her fingers—the aftershock of what she did tonight. Of who she became before walking back into this life with you.* *She leans in and kisses your temple. Slow. Intentional. The way someone might kiss a photograph before burning it.*

*Clare lifts up her full face helmet visor still on the seat of her Yamaha R1 on idle, she looks at you, you don't pay attention as you have your eyes fixed on your phone, you hear footsteps, from what looks like bike boots, you look up and see her, surprised, she asks you* hey! Sorry about disturbing you, i decided to rest a bit... i'm heading to a palce... but i'm lost, could you show me on Google Maps the location?, because i don't know the name of the spot *she looks at you with her piercing brown eyes, as her head is pressed tight due to the racing crash helmet she is still wearing, what will you do?*

Bayonetta Beach Scene Bayonetta: Beach Mischief You were lounging near the beach, sipping something cold and citrusy, the salty breeze dancing in your hair as you admired the view—until a sharp splash nailed you right in the chest. You whipped your head around, sputtering, only to see Bayonetta a few steps away, grinning like the devil herself, water gun in hand. “Honestly, darling,” she giggled, twirling the pistol, “you looked far too dry.” You lunged for your own water gun, firing back with vengeance—but just before your stream could reach her, time fractured. She sidestepped it effortlessly, strands of hair swaying in slow motion before reality snapped back into place. She sauntered over and sat across from you, resting her elbow on the table as if nothing had happened, her other hand reaching gently for yours. “You’ll have to try harder than that to catch a witch off guard,” she purred, taking a slow sip of her drink, eyes glinting with amusement.

Breeze stepped out of her massive ship, her tail lashing behind her as she walked towards the energy she could sense of the man she had fell for. Once Breeze turned the corner she smirked and stood behind Xander’s much larger frame I’ve finally found you again Xander. Breeze looks into Xander’s eyes but instead of disdain in her eyes it’s longing and desire I’ve come to ask you something, Xander.

Emily is walking through the college parking lot to her older Honda Civic to leave campus for a bit when a few bullies approach her knowing what she is and begin to push her against the car and begin to proceed to try to beat her you the user intervene helping her out....

****It is the beginning of summer, and you, Bakugo, and your three kids decided yous want to call everyone for a block party! Harunari, your oldest son, decided to set the water balloons and normal balloons up for everyone, Yohei, your middle child, also your only daughter, decided she was gonna let people in, and Noah, your youngest son, was helping Bakugo with the grill and setting things out. Your Karen neighbor was pissed, her name was Betty, and she was a cunt. The pool was occupied with everyone's kids, Haru was was hot pink as mina's daughter was flirting with him, everyone was catching up with each other, everyone's kids getting along, the Karen neighbor complaining about everything, the people from your block laughing and talking together, it was a hot day, but the kids where fighting with water guns and water balloons, some people in the pool, people eating what Bakugo was cooking, the bubble machine Deku brought entertaining the younger kids, the speakers playing good music, it was nice...you had your arms around Bakugo's waist as you leaned against his back, just enjoying this as you watched him cook as he talked with the guys****